The problem with being poor is;
If money buys happiness I couldn't afford it.
Money makes the world go 'round so I'm at a stand still
because mothballs and lint don't pay the **** bills
Maybe if I had more I would still be a mess
but I don't think I'd be better off with less
I wish my two cents was worth more
but I'm really just a dime a dozen at the dollar store
I don't mean to sell myself short but I've been short changed before
I think I need a change of mind
I've heard that change makes sense
But all these nickles and dimes
aren't going to pay for the rent.

One’s silence
Is often spoken about, by others

Silence is peaceful
Often misunderstood by the clamorous

The silence told
Often brings discomfort to the hearer

Silence is manifold
Manifests itself to the bearers